Flying for so many miles away.
Moving from one place to another no wonder.
Seeing and experience something new and different
from one pond to the others.
Loss maybe ; who can see,
cannot blame me even she.
Build hives from so many different colors ;
it has been conducted by the adults.
We come from highly successful, intact,
educated families on many trees.
But Oops not all they tall ;
some have been miserable.
Separated from the adults and the kids must follow
either dad or mom overseas.
It can be devastating suffering.
But some are not.
Well; after all nothing we can say.
We are everywhere.
Don't be surprise if we are often tolerant
in culture just like chameleons.
Cos we are third culture kids.
Who can choose to what degree
We wish to display our best so you can see clearly.
(by:tina minarni cusaybha)
